The Beast King (Royal Aliens #3) Read Online Loki Renard

Categories Genre: Alien, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Royal Aliens Series by Loki Renard
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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
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He felt his cock throbbing harder than it ever had before. He wanted to be inside her so badly, but he had to be patient. There was more to come from this human fuck toy, he was sure of that. He kept working her clit and slit with his fingers, driving her to the brink of moaning, squirming, wailing desire. Every time he strummed those hot lips her hips jumped. She was trying to buck her way onto his cock, but she would not get what she needed so soon.

Finally, she broke down and started telling him what he wanted to hear. Words spilled from her mouth in a cascade of filth and need.

“I need you to fuck me. I need you to punish me. Hurt me. Make me cry. I need you to fucking break me,” she moaned.

He did not need to hear any more. He couldn’t wait anymore. He pinned her hands above her head and pushed his cock inside her, watching her expression as she was stretched all over again. Her mouth opened wide in a perfect O as he pushed as deep as he could.

Being inside her was like returning home, finding the center of the universe, being made eternal, being damned, becoming saved, and being sucked into a black hole all in one. It wasn’t just her physical form, her tight, wet little hole gripping his cock with intense clenching need. It was the way she wrapped herself around him, clung to him, the way her cries reached ever intense pitches of whimpering need until they both reached a screaming pitch of absolute release, his seed flowing inside her with the rampant explosion of desire.

He held Elizabeth in his arms and let her rest against him as their respiration and pulse rates returned to their normal biological statuses. It was a clinical way of thinking about it, but he was trying to maintain some kind of mental distance. He had to stay in control. He couldn’t fall in love like some wild animal.

She was so quiet.

“What are you thinking about?” The question popped out of his mouth before he could stop it, though it wasn’t the kind of question he enjoyed asking, and usually wouldn’t have cared about the answer.

“I wish you would talk to me,” she sighed. “I’d feel so much less… or more… I’d feel like I wasn’t… disposable.”

He didn’t trust her. Didn’t trust anyone. At first, that had been a shield which kept her from him, and kept him safe. Now, he didn’t like it. It was a barrier between them, something unseen but powerful, keeping him from enjoying her fully. Keeping him from enjoying himself thoroughly.

Konan had never been one to talk. But it seemed that words might have some meaning, now. They might be able to do something tangible for him and his delicate human lover who could surely not bear the brunt of his temper much longer without being harmed beyond repair.

He had known from the beginning that she was not truly a spy. He had projected his pain onto her, and made her the focal point for a revenge he could not have on those who deserved it.

“I was betrayed,” he told her. “And now, someone who does not deserve the title of king wears it, cheapens it, gives it less meaning than it had before. He is popular. He promised my people that which I would not promise them, and they revolted.”

No wonder he was so perpetually grumpy. He hadn’t just been taken out by another king. He had been rejected by his own people. That had to hurt. She couldn’t imagine having a people, but she figured if she had one, she would be mad if she lost them.

“Are you angry at your people?”

“They believed sweet lies, but they will not taste a single drop of the nectar they believe is their due. He will lie to them, he will fail them, and they will likely starve. That is a decision they made for themselves, and it is one they will suffer for having made for generations to come.”

“What about the one who lied to them? Will you wreak vengeance upon that guy?”

“I cannot.”

“Why not? Why not just kill the guy?”

Konan fell silent. “Because he was my brother.”

“Oh. Fuck. Family sucks.”

“I raised him from a boy, and he betrayed me. I cannot kill him. I am left with rage at his betrayal…”

“And pain,” she said softly. “Because that must hurt a lot too.”

“A king must learn to endure pain,” Konan said stoically. “I thought I had endured every kind of pain there was. Our trials of endurance are brutal. We must hang by the feet for days on end, skewered with hot poisoned pokers, ingesting consciousness-altering substances, doing battle against the weakness of our minds and bodies. But Herk showed me that there are some pains nobody can defend against unless he turns himself to stone and feels nothing. That is what I had decided to do.” He turned his gaze to her. “And then I met you.”


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